This one sentence made everyone burst into laughter. It was only after a while that Dr. Cheng understood what had happened.
He nodded and said, "You have to take care of your health. I have been immersed in research recently and really don't have much time to treat you with acupuncture.
Besides, those are your eyes. If they become blurry or blind, even the Medical Saint would be powerless to save them."
Chi Xingyue touched his nose and thought that there seemed to be two pairs of reading glasses in the village committee office building.
If your eyes are really blurry, you can take it out to deal with emergencies.
Myopia is difficult to treat. Everyone has a different degree of myopia, and it is considered a "terminal illness" until you unlock it and leave the eyewear store.
The group sat with the old lady for a while and then went back home.
Chi Xingyue curled up on the kang, calculated the income and expenditure, and put the account book back into the space.
I took out my cell phone and listened to a novel for a while. It was almost half past eight, so I blew out the oil lamp and entered the space with Ling Jiheng.
Having slept too much in the afternoon, neither of them felt sleepy at the moment.
He put on his inner clothes and went to farm.
Chi Xingyue moved a small stool to sit by the field: "Dear, I don't think it's enough to just store food.
The total output of the Great Yong Dynasty was limited. Some people went hungry in the first winter because they failed to store enough food. What should they do in the next two or three years?
In addition to the war, food was supplied to the army first, and the living space of ordinary people was shrinking again and again.
How can a family like ours, with no power or influence, survive the tide of history?"
Ling Jiheng paused digging the ground and asked, "You mean, the natural disaster will continue for several years?"
Chi Xingyue shook his head: "I don't know. I only know that the past few years have been unstable. The bad weather is partly a factor, but the more serious issue is the struggle for imperial power."
Chi Xingyue sighed: "We can't do anything about the latter, and I don't want to care about the former.
But people living in this world have some compassion, and the more stable the society is, the safer Qingshan Village will be.
I'm really afraid that those people will be desperate and join forces to massacre the village and steal the food."
Although this statement is exaggerated, it may not be impossible to become a reality.
Just like in Northern Liao, several granaries were burned down by Fu Huanping due to the extreme cold.
They didn't care about the cold weather and crossed the border to burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of atrocities.
If people are pushed to that point, there is no guarantee that the sword will not be swung upon the heads of their compatriots.
"So, what do you want to do?" Ling Jiheng put down the hoe, walked to Chi Xingyue, and stared at her quietly.
Chi Xingyue was a little unwilling: "I originally wanted to hide these high-yield grains and wait for the right time to exchange them for benefits. But now the situation..."
Chi Xingyue was silent for a moment, then threw the small potatoes in his hand into the field in the distance. "Come up with a few high-yield products to promote, at least to get through this hurdle first."
During the day, when Ling Jiheng heard what Shopkeeper Peng said, he also had complicated thoughts.
But he is just a commoner, what else can he do besides having some money?
His attitude towards the Dayong Dynasty is far more complicated than Chi Xingyue's.
They hoped it would collapse quickly so that a new dynasty could be established, but they also feared it would collapse too quickly and implicate innocent people.
He nodded and said, "We can bury the potato seeds on the mountain, and when the snow melts, we can take people up the mountain to dig them out. This way, we can also avoid exposing the space."
Chi Xingyue smiled, reached out to hold Ling Jiheng's face, and kissed him on the lips: "How come you think the same thing as me? We are so in sync!"
Ling Jiheng curled up the corners of his lips, put his arms around Chi Xingyue, and deepened the kiss.
But he forgot that he had just dug out and thrown away the corn stalks left in the ground, and his hands were covered with dust.
This hug left two big claw marks on Chi Xingyue's body, which were very obvious.
The hand quietly reached under the hem of the clothes and moved upwards...
After the kiss, Chi Xingyue pushed the man away and went to pick up the leftover potato lumps in the field.
It doesn't matter if I pick them up, I found that many of them have buds.
Later, they were brought to the canteen, cut according to the bud points, wrapped with wood ash, and then buried in the soil for further planting after drying.
It's cold now, and even if you bury the potato lumps on the mountain, they can easily freeze to death.
What's more, there are limited potatoes in the space, which cannot meet the needs of Qingshan Village at all.
It’s better to cultivate some in space first, and then plant them on the mountain after the snow melts.
Then we will see whether to let it grow on the mountain or transplant it to our own fields.
Chi Xingyue thought about it and decided to grow sweet potatoes.
Although it cannot be eaten as a vegetable and will cause heartburn if eaten too much, it can be propagated by vines.
This will not affect the output on the mountain, and it can also be planted in one's own fields.
The yield is similar to that of potatoes, but the reproduction speed is many times faster than that of potatoes.
Ling Jiheng thought it was okay, so he and Chi Xingyue moved to the field where sweet potatoes were planted, preparing to pick some small sweet potatoes for breeding.
He glanced at Chi Xingyue's back, raised his hand to touch his nose, and looked guilty.
He planned to hide the clothes and destroy the body when his young wife washed up.
There are many small sweet potatoes in the sweet potato field, and they have sprouts just like small potatoes.
The two of them picked up a large basket, cut it into pieces and wrapped it in wood ash before going upstairs to wash.
Chi Xingyue was about to go to the bathroom to take off her clothes again, but was stopped by Ling Jiheng.
"I haven't washed your clothes for so long, this time..."
Chi Xingyue glanced at Ling Jiheng suspiciously, thinking, there is a washing machine in the house, why should he wash by hand.
There must be some unknown secret.
She slapped Ling Jiheng's big hand away and walked straight to the bathroom, where she saw two black handprints on her clothes in the mirror.
Chi Xingyue's face darkened and he yelled, "Ling, get out of here!"
Ling Jiheng was right at the door. He came in with a licking face and gave Chi Xingyue kisses and hugs, making her lose her temper.
Finally, I scrunched up the clothes and hung them on the clothesline outside.
Chi Xingyue glanced at the time. It was already 3:30 in the morning.
Ling Jiheng and I flashed out of the space and soon fell asleep.
For Chi Xingyue, staying up late doesn’t matter as she can get up late the next day.
Ling Jiheng is different. He has to get up and exercise.
This was the agreement between him, Ling Jiren, Ling Jiyi, and Ling Jihao.
I have been slacking off for half a year and I can't be lazy anymore.
Even the little ones in the family got up early and ran and did horse stance in the yard.
They have limited physical strength, so exercise needs to be gradual. Led by Erzhu, they run around the yard.
Ling Jiheng was afraid of running into the kids, so he led his men outside. Although it was icy and snowy, the snow had been packed down for so long, so running slowly was no problem.
The Ling family has always been the focus of attention in the village, and this little movement cannot be hidden from those who get up early.
Seeing this, Cao Dashan, Song Yuangen, and other young people who were close to the Ling family all started asking questions.
Ling Jiheng did not hide it, so the team expanded and half of the young people in Qingshan Village came out to learn martial arts.
Chi Xingyue's daily routine was completely reversed, and he slept until nearly ten o'clock.
My consciousness sank into the space, and I found that the sweet potato and potato cubes I cut last night had dried up, and all I had left was to plant them.
It’s a pity that I can’t use my consciousness to do farm work, otherwise I would have to bury them in the soil.
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